2: The Red Dust Immortal Record is launched!

Chu Feng suddenly turned his head, only to see a short, stout middle-aged man leading seven or eight Utility Disciples, charging over aggressively.

"Elder Wang."

Wang Fugui was the Elder in charge of the Servant Yard, holding the power to assign tasks and conduct assessments for Utility Disciples, making him like a local tyrant to them.

He rushed forward a few steps, his gaze landing on Su Qingqiu, a mocking smirk playing on his lips.

"Chu Feng! You little brat, have you grown a bear's heart and leopard's guts? How dare you take in such a bane?"

Chu Feng clenched his fists, but his expression remained calm.

"Steward Wang, the sect has no rule prohibiting Utility Disciples from marrying."

Wang Fugui's face darkened; Chu Feng had never dared to talk back to him like this before.

"What are you? Do you even deserve to talk about rules?!"

He glanced sideways at Su Qingqiu; who wouldn't be tempted by the person known as the number one beauty on the Azure Cloud Ranking?

But he knew very well that some thoughts were best left unacted upon.

"If the Saint Son finds out you married this woman, you won't even know how you died. If you want to die, don't drag me down with you!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the other Utility Disciples also chimed in with agreement.

"A piece of trash thrown out by the Shangqing Sect, and this brat actually treats her like a treasure."

"That woman publicly rebuffed the Saint Son's face back then, and now she actually dares to come to Tiansheng Academy."

"If such a bane stays in the Servant Yard, we're all doomed!"

Chu Feng's gaze swept across the surroundings; those Utility Disciples who usually ridiculed him were now even more unrestrained in kicking him while he was down.

Zhang Sanma strode up to Chu Feng and punched him heavily in the chest.

They had often bullied Chu Feng in the past, and it had become a habit.

Now, this useless person was actually marrying such a beautiful bride; their fear of the Saint Son's wrath was real, and their jealousy was also real.

"Chu Feng, be smart and quickly throw this woman out!"

Li Ergou grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"Otherwise, don't blame us brothers for being impolite!"

With that, he actually reached out directly to grab Su Qingqiu's arm!

Chu Feng's eyes, at that instant, completely turned cold.

Seeking death!

Chu Feng's body suddenly shot forward. Just as Li Ergou's hand was about to touch Su Qingqiu, he raised his leg and delivered a fierce kick to Li Ergou's stomach.

Bang!

Caught off guard, Li Ergou didn't even have time to let out a scream, and his entire body flew backward like a broken sack.

Before he could even react, Chu Feng had already grabbed a wood-chopping cleaver and closed in.

Accompanied by a flash of cold light, he brought the knife down and chopped off that dog's paw.

Li Ergou looked at his wrist, gushing blood, and immediately let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

"Ah! My hand––"

Chu Feng gripped the cleaver in his hand, staring coldly at Wang Fugui.

"She is my wife; whoever touches her dies!"

The entire scene instantly fell silent!

Everyone's eyes widened, looking at this scene in disbelief.

Chu Feng... actually dared to make a move?

Zhang Sanma's face turned pale, and he stood frozen, not daring to move.

He had never seen Chu Feng like this, like a god of slaughter.

Su Qingqiu stood there in a daze, gazing at the back that shielded her.

That young man clearly only had a cultivation of the first level of Qi Refining.

But at this moment, he held a blood-stained cleaver, standing in front of her like an insurmountable wall.

"She is my wife."

These words, like a thunderbolt, struck hard into her desolate heart.

Her numb eyes showed intense fluctuations for the first time; he... is protecting me?

Ever since her spiritual root was crippled and her cultivation lost, everyone regarded her as a burden, wishing they could completely crush her into the dust.

But now, this husband, whom she had just met, raised a knife for her, confronting the malice of the entire world.

An unprecedented emotion surged into her heart like a tide.

She didn't know what it was, only feeling a slight warmth in her eyes, as if something was about to break through the long-frozen depths of her heart.

[Su Qingqiu's favorability +30%!]

At this moment, Chu Feng could no longer care about the joy of the favorability increase.

Wang Fugui was in the Foundation Establishment Realm; if he couldn't intimidate the other party with his aura, he really didn't know if he could leave Tiansheng Academy alive today.

But he didn't regret it!

"Chu Feng!"

Wang Fugui finally recovered from his shock, his face hideously distorted.

"You dare to commit violence in public! Today, I will cripple your cultivation and expel you from the sect!"

The pressure of Foundation Establishment bore down like a mountain, and Chu Feng's bones creaked under the immense strain.

His veins bulged on his forehead, but he still stood with his back straight, shielding Su Qingqiu.

"A mere first level of Qi Refining, daring to be presumptuous in front of this old man!"

Wang Fugui sneered and raised his palm, a swirling mass of turbid earthy-yellow spiritual energy condensing in his palm, which he slammed towards Chu Feng.

"Today, I'll let you know the consequences of defying this old man!"

Wang Fugui's palm wind had already reached Chu Feng's face, and the spiritual energy of the Foundation Establishment Realm poured down like a raging torrent.

Chu Feng's bones creaked under the immense strain, but he still stubbornly shielded Su Qingqiu.

"Stop!"

A cold voice suddenly rang out, and Wang Fugui's palm strike instantly froze.

His spiritual energy instantly dissipated, and he staggered back several steps, looking behind him with a pale face.

Xie Wuwang, dressed in a black brocade robe, had appeared in the Servant Yard at some unknown time.

His aura was as deep as an abyss and as vast as the sea; merely standing there, he made everyone gasp for breath.

"Greetings, Saint Son!"

Wang Fugui fell to his knees with a thud, trembling all over.

The other Utility Disciples prostrated themselves like ants, not even daring to raise their heads.

Xie Wuwang, however, did not spare them a glance; his gaze remained on Su Qingqiu the entire time.

She had grown thinner.

"Qingqiu, come with me."

The whole place erupted in an uproar!

Hearing these words, the female disciples' eyes turned red with jealousy.

"The Saint Son is too devoted; even though she's crippled, his heart remains unchanged."

"Will she go with the Saint Son?"

"Even a fool would know how to choose, right? That useless Chu Feng isn't even fit to carry the Saint Son's shoes."

Chu Feng's heart tightened; it was over, his wife was about to fly away!

What kind of conditions did Xie Wuwang have?

The Saint Son of Tiansheng Academy, who had already entered the Golden Core Realm at thirty years old.

And he, a Utility Disciple at the first level of Qi Refining, with a Five Elements Mixed Spiritual Root.

But the next moment, a cool hand gently hooked onto Chu Feng's arm.

Su Qingqiu stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Chu Feng.

"He is already my husband."

If Xie Wuwang was truly devoted to her, what had he been doing all these months?

Deliberately waiting for her to be in dire straits before appearing, his intentions were clear.

After experiencing so much, she had long understood the coldness of the world; this man by her side, who would sacrifice his life for her, was truly rare and precious.

Boom!

The entire place exploded!

"Is she crazy? Not choosing the Saint Son, but choosing that useless person?"

Xie Wuwang's facial muscles twitched violently, and a murderous aura surged in his eyes.

"Qingqiu, I have loved you for three whole years. Are you really unwilling to stay by my side, choosing a Utility Disciple instead?"

Su Qingqiu looked up and said calmly.

"Because you're ugly."

Pfft—

Chu Feng tried to hold it in, but he couldn't, so he quickly covered his mouth to make his laughter less obvious.

Killing with words!

Xie Wuwang's face instantly turned ashen, and he staggered back a step, as if pierced through the heart by a sword.

He suddenly pointed at Chu Feng, his voice hoarse.

"What does he have besides that face?!"

Before Su Qingqiu could answer, Chu Feng scooped her up into a princess carry; soft jade and warm fragrance filled his arms, and a rich, cool scent wafted over him.

Su Qingqiu let out a soft cry, her pale cheeks instantly tinged with red, and she subconsciously clutched his lapels.

"Saint Son, please go back," Chu Feng grinned, "A spring night is worth a thousand gold; we are going to consummate our marriage."

With that, he turned, kicked open the broken wooden door of the hut, and strode inside.

"Chu Feng!"

Xie Wuwang's furious roar echoed through the Servant Yard, and the Golden Core Realm pressure erupted, causing the ground within a ten-zhang radius to crack inch by inch!

But with a bang, the wooden door slammed shut, separating him from them.

Xie Wuwang stared intently at the broken door, his knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists.

His Qingqiu was currently being held in that Utility Disciple's arms.

His Qingqiu would become someone else's wife tonight.

Thinking of this, he grabbed the lapel of Wang Fugui's clothes beside him.

"Tomorrow's Utility Disciple assessment, I want Chu Feng dead!"

Zhang Sanma immediately stepped forward, fawning.

"Saint Son, rest assured, tomorrow I have nine ways to kill him in the assessment, nine ways!"

Inside the house.

Chu Feng gently placed Su Qingqiu on the bed, his fingertips brushing her scattered hair.

"My wife."

Su Qingqiu's ear tips were slightly red; although she had already accepted being a wife in her heart, no man had ever held her before.

"What do you want to do—mmph!"

Her words were cut short as Chu Feng's lips covered hers.